East Meets West
An Exotic Run in the International City of Beaverton
Granny Panties reappeared from whatever he has been doing the last few years to hare a lively jaunt through the neighborhoods of Beaverton. We realized later that he was reliving his house-hunting experience through the hash, and we were hashing through all the neighborhoods he had tried to get into; we beer checked at his new house with his hot girlfriend.
Lots of dogs on trail. Mr. Cream Jeans' Penny got into it with a fluffy cute thing owned by newly named Tits Up. Burning Feeling had her two. Cums Prepared ran with one of his stately poodles, hither and yon, looking for trash cans for poop disposal.
In the circle, Fisher of Men, a new transplant from Georgia (not the Atlanta Georgia but the real Russia Georgia, you dimwits), was welcomed and cheerfully embraced by Burning Feeling who is also Russian or maybe Iranian or maybe Armenian. Pabst Smear shared his extensive knowledge of foreign affairs by bumbling through Euro-Asian geography and we sang "pissonya" as her down-down song.
Having been underwhelmed by our chips and beer last week, no-longer-virgin Liz brought deli sandwiches for all. With Granny Panties fried chicken, we feasted like Hawaiians.
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